But instead of listening to me, he gripped my hair and pulled my face to the other side, making me wince and let out a painful gasp.
Yet, he was far from halting his torment and buried his face in my neck, and inhaled deeply like the crazed dog that he was at the moment. “Why do you smell so good?” He demanded with a furious voice. “S-Stop…” I shuddered as he licked a sensitive spot under my ear, and to my horror, my stomach tightened with a shocking rush of pleasure. "Ryder, stop!" I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I thought he was retaliating against me for interrupting his moment with Vanessa, but now I don't know anymore. "I didn't mean to—" I began to explain that I was just passing by, but he cut me off with a growl, his eyes burning into mine with an almost devouring gaze. It was as if he already knew everything and still chose to punish me. His hands began to roam down my body and his touch was nothing but rough. My body trembles uncontrollably under his caress. I wanted to resist, but his fierce hold around me overwhelmed me. I felt like I was being swept into an inescapable vortex. "R-Ryder..pl…please," I panted nonstop, trying my best to keep breathing. He didn't stop, his fingers increased the pressure on my hips and I felt an unprecedented sensation coursing through me. It filled me with tension and fear. Yet, at the same time, an inexplicable excitement flooded my chest. I was trapped between wanting to escape and an uncontrollable desire to stay. Ryder's body was pressed tightly against mine, his hand sliding under my skirt making my eyes wide in terror. His breath was hot against my ear as he mocked, "Can't resist temptation, can you? Is it that easy for anyone to spread your legs?" That insult brought me back to my senses. I took a deep breath, gathering my strength, and glared at him defiantly. "I'd be willing to sleep with anyone but you and your brother," I spat, looking directly into his eyes with equal challenge. "A loose mouth. Are you equally loose down there?" he smirked, his grip tightening painfully on my waist. “Screw you, asshole!” I bit back and struggled harder against his iron grip. “Let me go!” "Why? So you can run off and spread your legs for someone else?" he sneered, voice dripping with contempt. I felt my anger flare even higher. "You're disgusting," I hissed. "You think you can treat me like this just because you're mad? You have no right!" He rolled his eyes, and now that I noticed them clearly they weren't their usual colour, rather his eyes were glowing a bright blue colour. Which meant his wolf was on the edge of showing up and he was fighting it internally to not let it come out. It was freaking scary. I never want to meet his wolf because he's already scary enough. “The truth must have stung, no? You're such a nuisance.” "Then why don't you leave me alone?" I shot back, my voice shaking with anger. "If I'm such a nuisance, just stay away from me!” He laughed bitterly. “I was planning to. But since you're here, I have to deal with you. You show yourself as if you're so innocent and always play the victim. God, you're pathetic.” I glared at him. Oh, how I wish I could punch that arrogant face of his. “At least I'm not a bully.” His expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. But then he let out a low chuckle. “You haven't seen the real bully inside me. But keep pushing me and you'll find out soon.” I felt a chill run down my spine, and I unknowingly gulped. "If you think you can scare me, you’re wrong. I'm not scared of you.” “Scare you?” He sneered while bringing his face closer to mine in a threatening manner. "You’re not worth the effort." "Then let me go," I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite my racing heart. His eyes glowed even brighter, his anger radiating off him in waves. ____________________________ Ryder’s pov ; I could clearly see the humiliation in her eyes, and sniff the fear off her. She was no match to me yet she tried to fight back with so much fierceness. That made me want to bully her even more, just to see how far I could take it till she broke down. However, I didn't understand why I felt a sting in my chest when she said she would sleep with anyone but me and Hunter. That rejection made my wolf so angry, it made my wolf come out and bite her neck off her head, if not for me to hold that cruel bastard back. But there won't be a next time and I definitely won't save her. To understand the strange feeling, and the delicious smell coming from her, I pulled her hips closer to me, feeling a strange possessiveness I couldn't explain. But just as I was about to speak, I heard a voice from the other end of the pool. "What are you doing?" Vanessa's voice rang out, sharp and accusing. I turned my head, seeing her standing there with a look of shock and anger on her face. Everyone else was there too. Now that's going to be fun. Her gaze swept back and forth between me and Lily, obviously shocked by our current position. I saw an absolutely great opportunity to provoke Vanessa. I smiled maliciously at Lily, feeling her tense in my grasp. “Damn, Vanessa," I said loudly, feigning surprise. "You interrupted us at such a great time. We were just getting into some wonderful foreplay." Vanessa's eyes widened and her face turned red in anger. "Wh..What?” I tightened my grip on Lily's waist, pulling her even closer and making her gasp. She shook her head at Vanessa while glaring at me. “No…it's not like-” "Isn't it obvious?" I cut her off and smiled widely. "Lily was just about to show me how willing she is but you interrupted us." I knew my words would deeply hurt Vanessa and provoke her, and that's exactly what I wanted. Her gaze shifted between me and Lily, and she looked ready to kill Lily. “You bitch!” Lily pushed me away and this time, I let her go. “It's not like that I swear. It was him—urgh…mmmfg!” She scrambled out of the pool, trying to explain herself to Vanessa, but before she could say much, Vanessa shoved her hard. Lily stumbled and fell back into the pool with a splash, causing everyone around to laugh.Lily’s POVThe rest of the school day unfolded in a surreal, almost dreamlike state of forced normalcy. It was a carefully orchestrated performance, a collective act of denial played out against the backdrop of ringing bells and echoing hallways.No fights erupted, no sharp, sarcastic jabs were thrown my way, no cruel comments were uttered within earshot. The usual undercurrent of tension that often simmered beneath the surface of my interactions with Ryder and his entourage was strangely absent.But the silence that filled the void was far more deafening, more oppressive than any verbal assault. It was a thick, suffocating blanket that stifled the very air I breathed, a constant, aching reminder of the unspoken truth that hung heavy between us.Ryder didn’t speak to me again after that first, chillingly possessive “mate” jab in the morning. He moved through the crowded classrooms and bustling hallways as if I were invisible, a mere figment of his imagination. His booming laughter ech
Lily’s POVThe morning sun, usually a welcome sight, felt like an unwelcome intruder, its harsh, unforgiving rays streaming through the classroom windows as if determined to expose every raw nerve I had desperately tried to bury beneath a fragile veneer of normalcy the night before. It illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air, each one a tiny, mocking reminder of the chaos that now reigned within me.School felt different today. Colder, somehow. Quieter, despite the usual morning bustle of students. Or maybe that was just my perception, the world around me muted and distorted as I walked through the familiar hallways like a ghost, a spectral presence pretending that everything was normal when the very foundations of my existence had irrevocably shifted.They were my mates.Ryder.Hunter.The words echoed in the hollow chambers of my mind, a relentless, insidious mantra that felt more like a curse than a blessing. Each syllable carried the weight of my past pain, the chilling unce
Lily’s POVThe walk back into the grand hall felt like traversing a tightrope suspended over a chasm of unspoken truths. Sam’s steady presence beside me was the only anchor in the swirling vortex of my emotions.My heartbeat hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that echoed the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. My skin felt strangely disconnected, alternating between icy chills and sudden, unwelcome flashes of heat. The invisible thread that tethered me to them – Ryder and Hunter – seemed to tighten with each step I took toward the throng of smiling strangers and the looming table laden with brightly wrapped gifts.I forced a smile onto my face, a brittle, carefully constructed mask that felt alien and unnatural, as if it had been crudely glued there. My mom’s eyes, scanning the room, finally locked onto mine, and her entire face illuminated with a radiant joy that pierced my carefully constructed defenses. “There you are! We were starting to worry, sweetheart. Everyone’s waiting
Lily’s POVI stood there, by the edge of the shimmering turquoise water, the cold night air clinging to me like a damp, unwelcome shroud. The distant sounds of the party – the muffled laughter, the faint strains of music – seemed to mock the turmoil raging within me.The golden flickers of light spilling from the mansion’s windows danced across the surface of the pool, a distorted reflection of the joy I couldn’t share. My dress, a flowing expanse of soft blue silk that had felt so promising just hours ago, now felt heavy and constricting against my skin, a tangible representation of the weight that had settled in my soul.The door behind me creaked open again, the sound slicing through the stillness of the night. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The soft, rhythmic click of heels against the cool tile was unmistakable. Slowly, reluctantly, I turned to see my mother—Olivia—walking toward me, her silhouette framed by the warm glow emanating from the doorway. Concern was etched
Lily’s POV“Mates… mates… they’re our mates,” my wolf kept whispering, a mournful lament that echoed within the confines of my skull. It was a sound I had never heard from her before – a raw, wounded cry that tugged at my heartstrings despite my fierce resistance.“No,” I choked out, my voice a mere breath against the stillness of the night. My hands gripped the edge of the pool, my nails digging into the rough cement, as if I could anchor myself to reality, to the life I knew before this impossible revelation. “No, it can’t be. It can’t be.Of all the people in the world, the moon goddess, the supposed architect of our destinies, had to choose them? The sheer injustice of it was a bitter pill that threatened to choke me.Ryder—the devil incarnate, the golden boy whose casual cruelty had haunted my high school years. The one who tormented me with his cutting words, who humiliated me with his dismissive glances, who had even, on that horrific night, slapped me across the face, a brutal
Hunter’s POVThe celebratory air in the grand ballroom evaporated the instant that single, earth-shattering word echoed in the deepest recesses of my being. It wasn't spoken aloud, not by human tongue, but by the ancient, primal part of me – my wolf.Mate.The pronouncement hit with the force of a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs and sending a jolt of raw, untamed energy coursing through my veins. My wolf, usually a steady, watchful presence, surged forward with a ferocity I hadn't anticipated, a guttural snarl of pure instinct ripping through my consciousness.Mine. Ours. The claim was possessive, absolute, echoing the undeniable truth that resonated within the very core of my soul.No. The denial was a reflexive whisper in the face of such overwhelming certainty. No way. Not her. Lily? The quiet, almost invisible girl who navigated the halls of our lives like a ghost? The one Ryder… the one we had both, in our own ways, overlooked?And yet, despite the shock, despite
Ryder’s POVThe saccharine sweetness of the cake, the forced gaiety of the celebration, the drone of polite conversation – it all dissolved into a deafening silence the moment the word slammed into my consciousness.MateThe impact was physical, like a rogue wave crashing over me, stealing my breath and leaving me reeling. The murmuring of the assembled guests, the cloying melody of the background music, all faded into a distorted, static-filled hum. For a disorienting second, I genuinely believed the universe had finally decided to unleash its most twisted form of humor upon me.Her?Lily?A glacial wave of disbelief washed through my veins, chilling me to the very core. My blood ran cold, my muscles seizing in protest.No. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. This was some kind of cosmic error, a glitch in the matrix of fate. Lily? The quiet, unassuming shadow who had haunted the edges of our periphery for years? The one we… the one I…That soul-deep resonance, the prima
Lily’s POVThe cake was a blinding spectacle, a testament to manufactured joy. Its tiers, frosted in pristine white and adorned with impossibly perfect red roses, seemed to mock the turmoil churning within me. The golden light spilling from the ornate chandelier above turned the sugary confection into a shimmering beacon, drawing the gazes of the assembled guests.Polite applause rippled through the room as I reluctantly approached the table, the weight of the ceremonial knife feeling disproportionately heavy in my trembling hand. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of exhaustion and a profound sense of displacement. It felt like an eternity since I had last recognized the reflection staring back at me in the mirror.Mom stood beside me, her smile radiant, a stark contrast to the hollowness I felt. Her hand rested lightly on my back, a gesture of maternal pride that felt like a physical weight. “Make a wish, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.I
Lily’s POVThe week passed in a blur.Before I could even breathe, the house transformed. Balloons, floral garlands, glittering lights, and golden drapes were brought in by a team of decorators my stepfather had hired. The living room was overtaken with soft pastels and elegant chandeliers. Tables were being arranged in the garden, and every day new boxes arrived—dresses, gifts, accessories.I watched it all unfold from the sidelines, a ghost in my own home.“I want everything to be perfect for Lily’s 18th,” my mother chirped from the foyer, flipping through color swatches with a designer. “She deserves this.”She looked so genuinely happy that I couldn’t bring myself to tell her how every balloon tied up with ribbon felt like a noose around my neck.I stood by the stairs, arms crossed, when Sam arrived.“Holy crap,” she breathed, taking in the sight. “This looks like a wedding.”“I didn’t want a party,” I muttered under my breath.“Then why are you letting them go all out like this?”